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For everyone who knows that Halloween is a state of mind not a time of year.
And all the songs sang A tale so dark and true That once day our lady of spring would return To save hell from you
Berries of black stained her lips Cursed by the devil’s wicked fingertips Our lady of death would seek and find To break the curse for souls to bind
Death’s four horsemen rage and fight Against the long October night Oh, come Halloween! In Hell, above so below Trick her treat Time to learn Time to eat.
And here she was. The countdown ended here. Mine at last. And I’d never allow her to escape.
Yes, hell awaited us. But hell awaited him , too. And we’d surely bring hell to the devil now.
What if all this is real and not a lie? What if I’m not tricking you? Could you try to believe that? If only for a moment.
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
Yes, dear friends, I had failed. I had failed everyone.
“I wouldn’t mind claiming them. Though I will miss you, my dear sweet devil. I love this place. It is hell. It is Ash Grove, and it is a piece of me. So these boys are a piece of me. This game will be fun, won’t it? And they will join me. Join us at the end, I hope. Look after them, and say you’ll look for me?”
“I will search for you every moment of my existence, Mortala.”
“I like what they’ve done with it. Halloween.” She tried the name on her lips. “Yes, I believe I’m a fan of Halloween.”
And her absence hit me like the grief of a hundred lifetimes.
“Death,” she said, looking down and swaying in all her gray hooded robes, “has chosen her four horsemen. It is as it should be.”
Alone with her empty throne.
We loved with a love that was more than love. Edgar Alan Poe
Death, a reaper, and just a normal girl with darkness surrounding her. Both women, both versions of me, were valid. Both were beautiful and deserving of adoration.
I didn’t tell those feelings to shut up. I didn’t ignore them. No, instead, I held her hand, deep inside my soul. “I know you’ve been so afraid,” I told myself.
“But I’m here now, and I’ve got us. I’m strong enough to save us, to be our own hero.”
“You are my burning willow. You are my hell; my place of eternal torment and sorrow. I am your devil, your guardian. I should love nothing, but I love only you,”
We’d found each other after all this time, and I knew we would again and again.
The Devil and the Halloween Boys were gone.
“For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it… But it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance.”
“Silence, as I ached for her.” He pressed a leather-gloved hand to his blood-stained chest. “Silence as I mourned death and sought death.”
Because of love, and because of Halloween, it had always been her. And it would always be her, and us, and October in Ash Grove, for all of time, in every realm. Forever.
She’d always loved Halloween. A magic night. A night when anything could happen. Monsters could be real. Magic could whisper in the air. Cynthia Eden
It was finally here, the most magical day of the year in every realm. Halloween.
They were the villains of the story and had a trail of blood and evil deeds behind their names. And I loved them more and more with each passing breath. They’d been worth every moment of doubt, every moment of confusion at solving this riddle of me, of Ash Grove. And finally, we’d reached the end of the page together. At least the end of this chapter, this book. We had endless more stories to write together for all of time.
“Our death, she is breathtaking, isn’t she?”
“You are wretchedly marvelous, my bride.”
“Ellie, I have been to hell, I’ve fought ghouls and demons, I’ve even contended with the devil himself… and nothing scares me more than your house of dolls. I’m sorry.”
All of our missing pieces had at last come together.
The farther we've gotten from the magic and mystery of our past, the more we've come to need Halloween. Paula Guran
Yes, I liked things that didn’t change, because they reminded me of my love for my bride. Something no earthly or unearthly realm could shake.
Death came silently and with no warning. One could not see her nor predict her arrival. And what a breathtaking gift that was.
Though beyond life… into death and beyond… those limitations didn’t exist, and some truths stayed true, unshakable and unmoving as a mountain of glass. And one of those laws was Death and her four horsemen, evermore. And that I would always be her leather, chasing after her lace.
Stories of us were ghost tales and horror novels full of mystery. Of how death came and gave pieces of herself to the men she loved.
With us, our monsters would forever win. Their villains would always get their girl, and every day of forever and ever, would be Halloween.
And they haunted happily ever after. The End.
